Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  “Seeing you on all fours gives me ideas.” His voice was low. “You’d better stand up before I decide you need a good licking.”

  “Pussy or ass?” She glanced over the bed at him.

  “Both.” He wiggled his brows. “I might even use my tongue. Stand up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She walked to him slowly. As she’d advanced, he’d dropped the bag on the table. Now he was rooting around in it, and he pulled out the chastity belt.

  “You’re not serious about that.”

  “I am.”

  “What if I have to pee?”

  The grin he gave her made her shiver. “Then you’d better find me, and don’t wait until you’re doing the jig, or you’ll have to take a shower.”

  “That sucks.”

  “I could use some good head,” he said. He dropped the belt on the table and crossed to the curtains. He opened them with a quick flourish. They revealed a sliding glass door that opened onto a courtyard. Several people were milling out, guests in leather, lace, ropes, and chains. There were a few who were nude. Several wore collars and had leashes controlled by the Masters/Mistresses.

  He opened the door, and a cool breeze filtered into the room. “Clean off the table.”

  Piper shouldn’t be shocked that he was going to make her blow him where others could watch. Public scenes were nothing new to her, so this would be easy. It didn’t take long to transfer the items from the table onto the bed. As she worked, she realized it was a table that could be unfolded and used as a sort of massage table.

  Without asking for help, he moved it in front of the doors. Several people had stopped to watch, probably anticipating a good scene, she thought. He unfolded it and locked the pieces into place, including a headrest. He stood near the top of the table before he moved to adjust the legs. He did this several times, and she knew he was making the table just the right height, so she could suck him while she lay down.

  “Climb up,” he said as he patted the surface.

  Aware they were being watched, she inclined her head, “My pleasure, Sir.” After she’d lain down, he crossed to the small dresser. She heard him rooting around. He returned with nipple clamps, which he expertly applied. The sting spread through her, and she moaned softly. He rubbed her clit before he moved aside her slave ring. This clamp was tight, and she lifted her hips a little, hoping to convey to him that it needed to be loosened.

  He ignored the signal, and within moments he was standing at her head. She watched as he undid his jeans and slid them down. Commando, she noticed as he straddled her head.

  “Lick my balls.” She did as he asked, thrilled that he shaved. His skin was salty yet sweet. She continued to bathe him, getting him nice and wet. When he moved back slightly, she opened her mouth to accept him, even at this weird angle.

  “Lick my dick.” She did the same to his shaft. After a few moments, he moved to where his balls were on top of her mouth again. “Suck and lick.”

  This command produced a cry of approval from those gathered in the courtyard. Piper worked his balls swiftly; sucking and licking them as she listened to him pump his shaft. She wanted to scream at him that he’d said something about good head and sucking balls wasn’t giving head.

  But after this morning, she didn’t want to cause a scene, or didn’t she? Wasn’t she supposed to act bratty?

  She moved her mouth away from his balls. “I want dick.”

  Kenan slapped her thigh sharply. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. I said suck my balls, brat.”

  “I want dick!” she screamed out. Another harsh slap made her groan. The clamps were becoming uncomfortable, and she wiggled her hips. “Take the torture instruments off and let me suck your cock.”

  The crowd was really getting into it now with comments ranging from, “Let me whip it out of her for you,” to “She can suck my sub’s cock.” They laughed and roared out their approval when Kenan slapped her thigh again.

  “Suck my balls or face the wheel.”

  Damn it! She filled her mouth again, and the gathering laughed. She could hear him working his cock again, and she wondered where he’d gotten the lubricant for it. However he was managing it, she heard the roar of approval as warm cum hit her chest.

  She licked and sucked him swiftly as he came.

  “Would you like my little bitch to clean her?” a Domme asked.

  “Yes,” Kenan replied. He kept his balls in front of her mouth as a tongue worked her chest. With her face between his legs, she couldn’t see who came forward. Someone’s mouth closed over first one nipple, then the other. The clamps were incredibly painful now, and when the mouth was gone, someone—she expected Kenan—pulled them off her throbbing nipples with no warning. She cried out, the sound muffled against his skin.

  The crowd laughed as someone tugged the one on her clit. It was released with a little more ease, but as the blood rushed back to her aching clit, the urge to come almost overwhelmed her.

  Someone’s mouth closed over the nub and sucked.

  “Bite her so she’ll come,” Kenan commanded and pain shot through her harshly treated flesh. As teeth continued to work her clit, she exploded, her cry once again muffled by the balls that still lay on her mouth. The unknown sub continued to chew and suck until Kenan ordered him or her to stop.

  Her hips arched as the mouth left her. She wanted more, a great deal more.

  “Thank you, bitch,” Kenan said.

  A deep male voice mumbled, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

  “Kiss his dick to thank him for letting you clean up his cum, you little idiot,” a Domme cried out.

  There was a pause, then a grunt of pain. “Lick the tip clean,” Kenan commanded, and she imagined Kenan holding the man by his hair as he tongued the end of Kenan’s dick. “Now, get away.”

  “Thank you once again, Sir,” the man said.

  She heard the shuffling of feet, but still Kenan stayed in place. “Thank you all for watching. My sub can be a little brat sometimes and needs to be put in her place.”

  The gathering responded with shouts of, “What better way than with your balls in her mouth, unless it’s her tongue up your ass,” to “Any time,” and “Can’t wait to see what’s next.”

  He moved away from her before he commanded her to stand. “Close the door and curtains,” he ordered as he started to fold up the table.

  When they were behind the drapes, she turned to him. “How’d I do?”

  “Excellent.” He actually smiled. “You earned a good spanking tonight with the implement of your choice.”

  Need coursed through her. “With a whip?”

  He put the table in its place then turned to her. “There’s no room in here for a good whip session. It would have to be in public.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “You’d be tied between columns.” He lifted his brows, and she knew he was questioning what had happened this morning.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you ready to explain your panic attack to me? Can I expect it again tonight?”

  “No, Sir.” She swallowed hard. “It was nothing. I just didn’t like the wheel.”

  A long pause made her feel uncomfortable.

  “I’ll get the truth sooner or later. And a word of warning, whipping a sub makes me hard. If I can’t fuck you, your mouth’s going to be full again.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Then let’s get you dressed and in the kitchen. I want you out in public as much as possible.”

  Chapter Seven

  She’d like to be able to do something besides chop carrots, but she supposed she had to earn her stripes, so to speak. This was her second day in the kitchen, and when Chef Farley had asked about her skills, she’d told him she was very good at sauces and would love to work as a sous chef. Instead, he’d placed her at the prep table where she chopped, and chopped, and chopped.

  The woman working with her, Emily, was very meek, and responded with yeses and noes. Piper had given up on
trying to start a conversation with her. She hadn’t been formally introduced to the others. Farley had called for attention the night before and said, “Piper is joining us, now everyone get to work. We have meals to prepare.”

  She supposed she shouldn’t be upset about working because for all his words about taking her out in public, Kenan had left her in the room that morning. He hadn’t even been in the room when she’d gone to sleep the night before, and she wondered what he’d been doing, but she hadn’t asked this morning.

  After they’d woken, he’d opened the curtains so the people in the yard could watch as he bent her over the bed and took a belt to her ass. She’d put on her best bratty behavior, screaming and crying and calling him names. Then she’d pretended to fight, as he made her kneel and give him a blowjob.

  “She doesn’t deserve my cock in her pussy or ass,” he’d told the crowd. “Maybe some other time she will have earned it.” There were several offers to help, but he’d told them it was best to do it on his own.

  Although she’d enjoyed the spanking, she’d reminded him that he’d promised her a whipping the night before.

  “All in good time,” he said. “Something came up, and I thought I’d save it for tonight.” She’d been irritated, until she realized Stein was arriving tonight, and this would be their first public display. A good session with the whip would attract his attention, unless he decided to spend the time alone with Victoria.

  She finished her batch of carrots and reached for a bag of Brussels sprouts. One of the sous chefs had ordered the tasty little buds halved, so he could mix them with a sauce he was preparing. Piper wasn’t sure if she’d been out of line when she’d asked what was in it, but he’d happily told her it was lemon, fresh dill, and mustard seeds with some toasted almonds sprinkled on top.

  It sounded divine to her and made her wish once again she could be at his station instead of standing there with a knife in her hand. She was almost through with the bag when a man appeared next to her.

  “Master Dyson is looking for his sprouts,” the man whispered.

  “Almost done,” she replied, shifting on her feet. They had great flooring in here to help cushion the soles of those who had to stand for their jobs, but she’d been working for two hours without a break, and she needed to pee.

  Thinking about the bathroom reminded her that she’d have to hunt down Kenan for the key to her chastity belt. She hated the metal monstrosity he’d strapped her into last night and this morning. At least he hadn’t made her sleep in it.

  She finished the sprouts and handed the bowl to the man waiting for them. As he took them, he winked at her and said very lowly, “Your pussy tastes good, so does your Master’s cum.”

  Piper stared after him as he walked away. The man who’d provided her orgasm yesterday was the size of a professional football player, and it made her wonder what he did for a living. Were he and his Mistress here for a working vacation like her and Kenan? She wished he’d stayed around so she could ask, but she knew he had work to do, as did she.

  A glance at her table, though, showed it was empty. She wiped her hands as she looked around for Chef Farley. He was near the door, talking with Leo. Today, the resort owner’s long blond hair was tied in a cue down his back. He wore low-slung jeans and a tank top that showed off muscles and tattoos.

  He held his hand and indicated she should come to him.

  “Yes, Sir?” Victoria had called him Milord, but she wasn’t sure if it would be bad form for her to do the same.

  “You’re off the clock,” Farley said. “Leo informs me you’re only part-time in the kitchen from three to five. The rest of the time you’ll spend waiting on people in the dining room.”

  “What?” Oh, hell no. She hadn’t signed on to be a waitress. “I’ve never waited tables. I’ll probably spill soup on someone or drop a tray.”

  “You’ll have time to practice,” Leo told her. “Kenan informs me you’re clumsy, and he’s set up a training session, right after he collars you.”

  Her hand went to her neck. She hadn’t worn a collar in years, and she hadn’t thought about it for this trip, although she wondered why. He hadn’t mentioned it, though, so maybe she thought it wasn’t necessary. She glanced at the staff and saw almost half of them wore collars. They probably wondered why she wasn’t.

  “Are you questioning me?” Leo glared at her.

  “No, Sir…”

  “Milord,” he corrected.

  “No, Milord.”

  “I think you are, and as Master of this resort, I have the right to correct your behavior. Take down your pants.” He pointed at one of the dishwashers, coming through the room with a load of pans in his arms. “Bring me a wooden spoon.”

  “Yes, Milord.” The man hurried to put down his load and quickly returned with the spoon.

  Piper stared at him, her mouth partially open

  “Are you deaf?”

  She shook her head and with fumbling fingers undid the buttons of her pants. She let them drop and heard several gasps. Was she the only one here forced to wear a chastity belt?

  “Bend over and touch your toes,” Leo commanded.

  She obeyed immediately. The belt was basically a thong, with a single strap of metal in the back. Leo smacked her bottom a few times with the spoon, and she knew the swats were meant to do nothing more than warm her up.

  She grunted when he tugged on the belt and started the spanking in earnest, slapping her ass harder and harder. She closed her eyes and refused to cry out, or was she supposed to? She wished she had more of an idea on this bratty behavior. Finally, she decided it wouldn’t do for her to remain silent.

  “Do you have permission from Sir Kenan for this?”

  The gasp from the kitchen told her she’d hit the bratty nail right on the head. Leo said nothing, but the swats grew harsher, and she cried out twice for him to stop. Of course, he ignored her. Her ass burned by the time he finally ended the whipping, pushing on her shoulder, indicating she should go to her knees.

  “I remind you, brat, that I own this place and everyone here answers to me. That includes you. Now, we shall go find your Master, so I can discuss your attitude with him. Crawl behind me, pants down.”

  Her face flushed at his command. Now everyone in the resort would see her belt and see her crawling behind the head honcho. They would know she’d blundered in the worst sort of way, and she would be a laughing stock. And all before Stein arrived. Maybe he’d want to hear more. If he did, maybe he’d want to watch one of her morning blowjobs or request to see her in the dining area.

  Her legs were already like jelly from standing for her spanking, and crawling through the room trying to keep from leaving her pants behind was no easy task. She worked her muscles as she crawled, and Leo’s long legs meant his stride was fast. She worked hard to keep up, but twice she had to stop to awkwardly pull her pants back up.

  Along the way, people stopped and stared, some pointing and laughing. By the time they entered a room where she saw Kenan standing near two posts, she was sure her face was as red as her bottom.

  “I had to warm her ass up for you,” Leo reported. “She’s got quite a fresh mouth.”

  “Up,” Kenan said. She stood and saw the look of fury on his face. Her insides quivered as he narrowed his eyes at her. “You don’t deserve a collar.”

  “You can put a training chain on her, like you would a dog,” Leo retorted. “I think that would be perfect.”

  “As do I.” Kenan snapped his fingers and a woman appeared, her head bowed. “Get me one.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She scurried away, and Piper wasn’t sure she would like what was about to happen. There was no one standing behind him, and when she caught his eye, she mouthed, “I have to pee.”

  His look told her that announcement didn’t go over well. He took the key to her belt from his pocket and undid the lock. He removed the lock and undid the latch. “Strip and go pee,” he announced. “Then, you’re going to taste the whip fo
r the way you treated Milord Leo.”

  Her humiliation turned to anticipation. This was the whipping he’d promised her. To everyone else, it would be punishment. To her, it would be sheer pleasure. She asked Leo where to find a bathroom, and he pointed back the way they’d come. She ran from the room, trying not to notice the number of people gathered to watch her whipping.

  Once she was in the bathroom, though, her ideas about the whipping took a different form. Her behind ached from Leo’s spanking. The feel of the whip on top of it wouldn’t be as pleasurable as she usually experienced. How could she relay that information to Kenan without those filling the room hearing? If she acted bratty enough, would he postpone the whipping all together?

  Something told her no. There was no way he was going to change his mind, and her ass would be paying the price for the rest of the day. After she’d finished her business, she washed her hands and made her way slowly back to the gathering room. A low rumble of voices filtered into the hallway, but when she entered, the voices quieted.

  The walk toward Kenan seemed to take forever. A piece of chain dangled from his hand, the type pet owners would use to make a choke collar for dogs. She didn’t like the looks of that, but it was too late to turn and run.

  She reminded herself she was his employee, and she’d signed on for this job to earn money for culinary school. She could handle the collar and whipping; but why wouldn’t he use a regular leather collar? She wasn’t into oxygen deprivation, and he’d never said anything about it.

  “Get over here, brat.” He pointed to a spot in front of him, and she hurried her step.

  “Hands behind your back.” Piper did as he asked, spreading her legs once her hands were clasped together. “Maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

  He held up the chain. “This is a training collar. If you behave, you can graduate to a regular one.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Your pleasure to do what?”

  “To serve You, Sir.” The crowd murmured their approval. Kenan snaked the collar over her shoulder and around her neck. He brought the two edges together, leaving a length of it hanging down her chest. He held it together with one hand while he took a lock from Leo with the other.